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I kicked his ass.
That’s right.
All gentle and playful like.
He shrieked and ran away,
and we ended up in a ball
at the bottom of the stairs
laughing and tickling each other.
Good times.
Ewen Glass (he/him) is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and lots of self-doubt; his poetry has appeared in the likes of Okay Donkey, Maudlin House, HAD, Poetry Scotland and Ex-Puritan. His debut chapbook, ‘The Art of Washing What You Can't Touch,’ is published by Alien Buddha Press.